Lu Yang was a little surprised. He hadn't expected a place like the Moon Osmanthus Immortal Palace, full of female cultivators, to have a dedicated forging room. Generally speaking, few female cultivators were willing to take up forging.
After all, female cultivators pursued elegance and beauty alongside cultivation. For instance, Lu Yang had never seen a female cultivator swing a giant hammer like Man Gu, nor had he ever seen one whose body split into four like Li Haoran's.
"Senior Brother Lu Yang, do you find it strange that we female cultivators forge?" Lanting noticed the odd look in his eyes and more or less guessed what he was thinking.
"No, no." Lu Yang gave an awkward laugh.
"It's not strange to think that way. There really are very few female cultivators who become blacksmiths outside our palace. Our Immortal Palace just has a few peculiar traditions."
"Peculiar traditions?"
"We have osmanthus trees."
Seeing that Lu Yang still looked completely baffled, Lanting led him to a small grove. It was full of osmanthus trees, each of which could fetch an astronomical price if sold outside.
Before they even entered the grove, Lu Yang heard a series of dull thuds, as though two heavy objects were colliding.
Then he saw a crowd of Immortal Palace disciples taking turns chopping at the osmanthus trees with axes. They were all panting and drenched in sweat. It was hard to imagine that outside, they looked like fairies who had no need for mortal food.
Lu Yang noticed that whenever an Immortal Palace disciple struck an osmanthus tree, a notch appeared in its trunk, only to quickly fill in again as if it had never been there. The disciples had to keep chopping, over and over without pause.
"What's this?"
"This is a tradition passed